[Mystikal]Bitch I'll backslap or backstab after that kidnap a whack rapBring it louder if you coming to rapYour arms to short your legs to smallI'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dogBreak it in two and TRU so doBy myself I can take you and you and you and youStraight forward like Kerri KittlesNigga's head bob very littleGooder than a whole hand full of skittlesEvil with feedback when I turn on the micI'm the spritz that has to "Chsssss" when you open your SpriteNo fight no war no brawl y'all ain't readyWhen they see me their eyes get big arms get sweaty

[Mystikal]Enough to go around you know exactly how it go downIn house uptown big boys throw downOut of control ballers from Bagwood back to New OrleansIf it'll make ya feel good that's what you can call it

[Mac] Who rocks it?I play the plug you play the socketY'all got your pieces nicked lets cock itNow how I get your open knock and lock itY'all niggas fail so now y'all trying to jock itMy formula's trill (watch it watch it)These fake ass niggas are blockingWith niggas with them ill times are rockingHe lifts and cocked itSuckers are toxicI'm all about what's falling in my pocketI'll be the one they wanna share that cock withYour just that nigga that they wanna shock withYou never hit it told your niggaz you did itYou probably ate itLaid back and masturbatedTake them fake wood strips off the side of you rideCause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with prideShell shock niggasWe on the block niggasFiend cocked in 98We bought more figures and triggersWe be murder murder tooSo have my money or have my shitAnd oh tell your little sister to stay up off my dick!

[Fiend] I'm the decided private miscontorting to fire on meBringing you extra clips and jeans favorite style's sareenMr. Get it on JonesI noticed I didn't drop the phoneIf it's on then it's onMister stay loaded up the zoneI stay rolling on some chromeMr. Bad ass nigga??????????????????My verbal class can kill yaI'm a mad man killerWarning no hommie can turn ya to thugs and drug dealersSo what the fuck up niggaExpect me to be discreteWell you bitches beneath me like athletes feetYa have ????? can't beat a handicappedas for me I mastered the art of MCIt was all before BCWanna see me?Close your eyes and hold your breathThat whore pushing that storecutting on over to quicker deathBet you niggas are set for ghettos soon to be junkGot lyrical ???? upI'm Mr. War war

[Silkk] (Mister!) Mister hang with real thugsMister's real bloodMister don't shoot blanksMister shoot real slugsI never feel shit except from the ghettoAnd I don't feel loveNigga I'm out there pissed without this nookI see a clubNigga what?Mister hit your blockMister hit your spotMister you better duck the fuck down or Mister's getting shotCome on come with meCome and get meI'm gonna find you some hurtingI drop flies that hurt the same time I hit the horn street man tries to hurtmeLet me negotiate my contract on the beach he got me some endsLook turned 19 look nigga I got me a BenzYou know me see that nigga gonna flock with the rocks in his handsHe ain't worth a cop just to block his rocks and then ranI check my flow last year only got betterSo cold now if it's hot I can still rock leatherMister ain't NO L-I-M-I- to the T(That's Mac that's Fiend, Mystikal your Silkk the Shocker) Yeah that's me!